The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 35 (Imperfect feelings)

"Whoah!"

The cries of admiration from the two women sounded clear. Delta did not blink looking at Ella's pretty face. The girl in front of him is really pretty. They entered the same class. In the future, Ella will be with Willem. To be Willem's right hand. It was fortunate that Willem could be followed by a Russian woman as beautiful as Ella.

"Hey! Dong used to see it. Your saliva, even almost spilled it!" Tegur Willem did not forget that his right palm moved in front of Delta's face.

Adella had a couple of stabs followed by Delta. Delta rubbed the corner of her lips, before tearing at Willem. He thought he was really, salivating. Apparently not so. Damn it, this Wellem.

Sean and Vian put on a regular look. Vian's forehead doubled when he saw Ella's bright brown eye bead. It was like a stranger to his two eyes. Vian took a moment of daydreaming before he regained consciousness. Because of Delta's annoyed shout and the punch on Willem's shoulder through the many couches.

Ella just kept quiet. The face of the girl tends to be cold and flat. That eye-view occasionally sharpens. It's like a real Doggy. Ella is no ordinary pet, as her beautiful girl is more than that.

"It hurts!" Upset Willem rubbed the chest of his field that was thrown a lot.

Delta grunting. Adella chuckles softly at how Willem and Delta quarrel for the first time. Sean gave a small smile looking at Adella's chuckling pretty face. Despite that, the tail end of his eyes, this teenage man stared silently at Ella. There is a feeling that Sean cannot express. There was a feeling of being threatened at all times, Ella stared at him. Even though the beautiful girl did not put on a scary face on him.

It's been an hour since Ella joined them. The beautiful girl was more quiet than she looked. Body movements look gurgling. Not like a trained girl in general. What camouflage! That was the word that was simultaneously embedded in Sean and Vian's brains at the same time.

"Eh, by the way how do we get David back. If he's flying to Holland instead" Delta said.

"We'll just wait to go home" Adella said slowly.

"Can't!" exchange Willem quickly, "it's good in dong dong!" willem was really upset.

Willem was so ashamed of his mother. What else, his father easily said. If Willem wants no problems, it's normal. Only, such a relationship should be talked about. Fear of damaging the future or contracting venereal disease if not applied properly.

Come on, Willem Zhao isn't a perverted man who thinks too far away from the bed messenger. Even though he will be twenty years old. Still, it would be embarrassing to talk about. And David Miyaki, the man should really get his reward.

"Calm down, man. We don't bother chasing him to Holland. One week let him have fun. He probably thought that after one week our emotions would subside. And we'll forget about it. Let him come home with a surprise" Sean said.

Adella smears a smile. Sean Yamato was not a man who gave up easily. David was wrong to prank his friend on this one.

***

Dera's fingers move on the calculator. His two eyes moved to the left and to the right. Beside her, Clara noticed the activities of the great mistress of the Yakuza.

"Why do you have to be busy with spending, De?" ask Clara.

Dera stopped the movement of his hand.

"Let me know for a month how much money I spend. I'm afraid of the absurdity of spending money. For useless things," replied Dera.

"Lagain, your monthly money has no restrictions. Boss Hiro will never be angry if you empty the money in your ATM," Clara said with a face sumringah.

How not. Given there is an amount of money that always goes into Dera's savings make many women will moan with envy. Usually, many women will buy things instead. Just hopping ria. Funny thing is, Dera even saves on expenses. Which obviously will not decrease in each month.

"I want to buy a house abroad. If you can save!" dera replied not forgetting to please a big smile.

"Eh! A house?" ask Clara to parroted.

"Yes." Yeah." Dera's head nodded enthusiastically."Brother Hiro said. He wanted his old age to be spent on the Greek coast. Buying a house there is expensive. So it must be frugal," continued with a happy face.

Clara quickly patted her forehead. Sometimes Clara feels dizzy with Dera's oddity. For a home wherever this woman wants. Even if Dera wants to buy a house on Mars even once. It'll buy Hiro. Why should we be tired of frugality.

"Who's weird?" exclaim Dera back.

"You're weird, De! With all the wealth. You even skimp just to buy a house," said Clara slowly.

"I don't want to bring this wealth when I'm old. After all there is an heir later, let the children manage it. I just want to live a simple life with Brother Hiro later. I also want to feel the quarrel about what Hiro can get, someday. Must be exciting," replied Dera.

Clara sighs. He did not understand Dera's line of thought. When people out there want to spend their old age with the money they have. Dera instead wants to live a simple life and a small fight with her husband. Really weird.

A crispy oddity rang out in the doorway of Hiro's special workroom. Where Dera sits in Hiro's singasana chair. And Clara sat on the couch. Clara quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to Hiro.

The woman immediately said goodbye to escape. Letting this husband and wife be alone. Hiro erodes the distance between him and his wife. Dera was still sitting in Hiro's chair.

"Are my words funny?" Dera asked as she raised her head. Looking up at Hiro who was sitting on the side of the table.

"No." Hiro replied with a big smile.

His big hand fell over Dera's head. Gently caress the head of the wife.

"I've always been fascinated by what my wife says!" i'm Hiro.

Dera just smelled lips. Before smiling widely.

***

Moaning with tired breaths sounded clear. The woman's body looked wrinkled and soft. Sitting leaning against the cold and dusty wall. So appalling. If anyone goes into a dungeon. Looking at the state of the woman who was once, very beautiful. Really very beautiful that, would not believe if in front of them the beautiful woman who used to be and who is now the same woman.

Given how Mirabel's face is right now. Gio's moving to inject a new vaccine. It will be used for the Mafia members. The syringe is pulled back quickly. Lips wrinkled Mirabel grimaced.

"When am I going to die?" ask Mirabel weakly.

"Dead?" asked Gio in a strange tone.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're not going to die. Vian wants to make you a body of experimentation. There's a lot Vian wants to do to you. Just keep that wish of yours!" Reply Gio. Before removing the rubber gloves on his hands."And, that vaccine will give you the strength to survive. I wonder how long the vaccine will work. So, please cooperate!" continue her.

Creat!

The prison door is wide open. The clattering of footsteps made Mirabel groan. Vian smiled obliquely.

"Hi Mom! How, my vaccine?" ask Vian with his heavy tone.

Weepy!

Mirabel's saliva floated almost at the end of Vian's shoes. Gio looked at Mirabel with a look of disbelief. This stupid woman is really looking for things.

"You devil!" mean it.

Vian's flat-face sharpener changed the conspiracy of the second. Before laughter erupted in the Yakuza's special prison room.